by Lucy Snow
“Yeah.” I let it hang there, a smile growing on my face as I watched him run a gamut of emotions in just a few seconds. He looked so gorgeous and sexy in that moment, as he came to grips with what we had created already.
“You’re sure? There’s no question? You did it right?”
“I’m pretty sure,” I said. “I’ve got the positive test in my purse to prove it. Want to see?”
“Not here, later, but yes, I do. I want to frame it.”
“That…sounds a little weird.”
Harrison leaned forward, the excitement clear in his voice. I could tell he was having difficulty not yelling out of joy. “I don’t care if it sounds weird, Laurel. This is our child, and we need to celebrate. I’m going to hang that test on the wall, and I’m gonna tell everyone who sees it that it’s mine.”
I laughed. “Why do you think I suggested we go to dinner tonight?”
“How long have you known?” His voice rose, like he was mad I was keeping something from him.
“Since this afternoon. I kept wanting to tell you all afternoon but I thought it would be best if we were alone.”
Harrison nodded. “I totally agree. Our parents have been remarkably cool with this so far,” he gestured with his other hand toward the two of us. “But I’m not sure they’re ready for that just yet.”
“Nope. I figure we can tell the next time we visit. Take a little bit of the edge off. Let them get used to us being together first. I’m sure they’ll be OK with it, they just need a little time to adjust.”
“Good plan.” He nodded, reaching his hand across the table and holding mine. I pushed him back off me, and looked at Harrison quizzically.
“Are you okay with this? I know it’s a lot to take in, all of a sudden, on top of everything else.”
Harrison stared back at me like I had just grown a second head. “Am I okay with this? Are you kidding me? This is the best news ever! Of course I’m okay with it. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.”
Hearing that coming out Harrison’s mouth made my spirit soar. Of all the time I’d had to think about babies and having children over the last couple weeks and months, there had always been a voice in the back of my head the entire time saying worrying things about how good at being a mother I would be.
My own mother had been not the best of role models, and I had resisted Harrison’s mother so long, that I didn’t feel like I had a good idea of what motherhood, true motherhood, looked like. Which scared me, on the precipice of having my own baby.
“Do you really think so?” I dropped my voice a little lower. “I’m so worried that I won’t be…”
“How can you say that? You’ll be an amazing mother, I have no doubt. And I’m going to be there with you every step of the way.”
That last part right there was all I needed to hear. Harrison would be with me every step of the way, and together, we could figure it out.
Whatever this baby was, whoever they turned out to be, they would be loved. We’d be there for them like we were there for each other. That was all that mattered.
I smiled back at Harrison, losing myself in his warm grin. I squeezed his hand back, feeling a newfound love and connection that I could easily get used to. I couldn’t keep it in any longer, and I started to cry. “I think,” I blubbered on between the tears, “you’re going to be an amazing father too.” I looked around at the other guests, wondering what they must be thinking of these two weirdos getting all emotional in the restaurant.
Luckily everyone seemed engrossed in their own little worlds, far too interesting to care about us, and that was just fine with me. The only person whose opinion I really cared about sat across the table from me, with my hand in his, looking at me, face covered in a gaze of pure love and a lot of lust too.
I remembered Maggie telling me about how Chris had been all over her once he’d found out she was pregnant, and I could guess from the last couple minutes that Harrison would keep that trend alive.
“I sure hope so. With my genes this kid’s gonna need it.”
We both laughed and Harrison held my hand, reached across the table and wiped away my tears and I couldn’t stop crying and it didn’t matter.
“You’ll never be cold again, Laurel. Not with me around.” Harrison repeated, just loud enough for me to hear. I pressed my hand against his, forgetting where I ended and he began. “It’s my job to keep you warm for the rest of our lives.”
Maybe this would turn out okay after all.
That’s all I could ask for.
Ahem.
That’s all we could ask for.
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